00:28 no end

ten thousands days have passed
but i just feel 'em like ten days,
just like a ballerina's woodenleg,
just like the gun sight of a blind.

and in this circle 've been traped
i hope to find the ending from the start,
no three legged dog will jump so fast
this dirty hole that we call past.

i leave my hat uppon my head,
no mistery is out today.
again my mind i will not let
to go and lose itself away.

no backdoor entrance is allowed for now.
those images are turning white and black,
don't ask your friends: what?, who? or how?
....
(your own conclusion: you are fucked.)